Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation.

In philosophical inquiry, the human spirit, imitating the movement of the stars, must follow a curve which brings it back to its point of departure. To conclude is to close a circle.

The taste for pleasure attaches us to the present. The concern with our salvation leaves us hanging on the future.

The cannon thunders... limbs fly in all directions... one can hear the groans of victims and the howling of those performing the sacrifice... it's Humanity in search of happiness.

I felt passing over me the wind of the wing of madness.

What is art? Prostitution.

If wine were to disappear from human production, I believe it would cause an absence, a failure in health and intellect, a void much more terrifying than all the recesses and the deviations for which wine is regarded as responsible.